The Words of the Prophets
by Belladonna
The Subway Walls fell.
Time-ravished and Forsaken.
Their Words ground from Ashes
Tattooed now, on my knuckles
In Black Ink.
Clawed across my back
With Green Angel Wings.
Painted between my thighs
In Magenta, Tear Drops
Foretelling Abandoned Hope.
Penned to my breasts, Orange Julia
Forever Tempts Heliconius Sappho,
While arms, in the forms of Dragons,
Contest the Gothic Cross
And a Dark Solitary Abomination.
The Words of the Prophets.
Carved now upon my Self.
Consecrated in Oil,
Blessed by Razors,
And Wed with a Barbed Wire Ring.
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Guess it's referencing Sounds of Silence by Simon and Garfunkel -- "the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls, tenement halls, echoing (?) the sounds of silence." Maybe it means that an increasingly incoherent society that stifles individual expression has finally produced silenced people who no longer communicate through words and thought, but by painting on and cuttine themselves.
ReplyDeleteThank you!!! That song is on the Watchmen movie. I will listen to it again. Belladonna finally told me it was her tattoos, but she didn't tell me about the song. I knew she was holding something back.
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